Precious Bible! what a store
For the sons of men t’explore;
Precious Christ! it speaks of Thee,
Give us eyes Thyself to see.
Precious Bible! what a friend
All my footsteps to attend;
All my wants it can supply,
For it brings the Savior nigh.

Precious Bible, what a field!
Precious fruits its furrows yield;
Wide extent and fertile ground,
Verdant pastures here are found.
Precious Bible, what a mine!
Full of promises divine;
I would all Thy wealth explore,
And Thy author, God, adore.